Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Nan Yan looked at him with wide eyes, "But, the emperor is going."

"Of course I want to go," Zhu Feng said solemnly: "There are only 50,000 people guarding the city, and the enemy has 200,000. I must go!"

"..."

"I want the soldiers to know who they are defending the city for."

"..."

"I want them even more to know that I am not a person who is hiding behind them and enjoying peace. I, and my son, will go to the city to kill the enemy!"

"..."

Nan Yan knew in her heart that he shouldn't do this. As an emperor, he should protect herself first. However, when she heard his words, she only felt excited in her chest.

This man is a natural **** of war.

Of course he can't be a turtle.

Nan Yan was quiet for a while, and said softly, "Since the emperor is going, the slave and maid must also go."

"you--"

"Didn't the emperor say that the servant is yours?"

"..."

"Then, wherever the emperor goes and what to experience, the servants must follow."

Nan Yan said, glanced at him, and grumbling courageously: "Anyway, the emperor won't let the slaves go, I'll go secretly alone."

"..."

Such a case should be decapitated, right?

At the very least, it must be dragged out to play the board.

Nan Yan looked at him carefully. After a while, he heard Zhu Feng let out a long sigh and raised his hand, almost reaching out to her face familiarly.

One side of his cheek was pinched again.

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Now, I really dote on you lawlessly!"

"..."

"Si Nanyan, are you not afraid that I will strangle you?"

Nan Yan grinned and said boldly: "Wang Shang wants to kill Nubu, and wait for Ang to finish."

"..."

Zhu Feng glared at her. After a while, he slowly let go of his hand and tilted his head to one side.

It's just the corner of the mouth, which means a little upward.

He covered his mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "Okay."

"..."

"I will take you there."

"..."

"When you come back, I will pack you up again!"

Nan Yan immediately smiled so that his eyes were bent: "Thank you, the emperor!"

Looking at her smile, Zhu Feng couldn't help having a headache.

what is this……

Is the emperor himself in front of her really without any majesty?

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After dinner, it was completely dark. Zhu Feng led a group of people out of the Yanwang Mansion, Zhu Chengxuan followed Ye Yu, and Ran Xiaoyu got into a carriage, and Nan Yan naturally followed Zhu Feng's side.

Soon, the group left Yanwang Mansion and headed north of the city.

The cold wind howled, blowing snow foam, and constantly blowing on the carriage.

There are no pedestrians on the road.

When the war is approaching, it is common for everyone to become scared. Nan Yan remembered that in the daytime, Ran Xiaoyu came to tell herself that the people in the city were all walking around the street with large bags and small bags. It seemed that they wanted to leave here to avoid the war.

Of course, no wonder these ordinary people.

Everyone seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages.

However, seeing Zhu Feng, who was tired on the other side, felt very uncomfortable.

At this time, Zhu Feng was also uncomfortable.

He was tired all day. At this time, he was very sleepy. The wagon swaying forward made his tiredness hit like a tide. Gradually, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This sleep, it was midnight.

However, even if it is sleeping, he will not let himself fall asleep. People who have experienced war all the year round are very vigilant in their sleep.

He felt something vaguely.

So, slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant, suddenly, a sword shadow flashed past his eyes!